Hushed Willows Nothing can die while we are here

Dante nodded along to each of Lumiya's notes, heeding each instruction with care. East. Dante could find his way, he was sure he'd seen the hints of a stony moraine during his exploration of the plains that laid not far from it. His stomach curled slightly at Lumiya's words. He knew the situation was incredibly urgent, and having accompanied Lumiya in the meeting of the perpetrator, Donovan, he understood the threat they were facing, but still to hear the words she spoke made the young man's heart beat a little faster. 

Got it, He was already repeating the instructions in his mind, making sure no bit of info would slip away from him before he began his trek. The other woman was forgotten as Dante's gaze swept Lumiya's face, indulgin himself in a long look at her; it was nearly unbearable for him to leave her once again, having only gotten to be graced by her presence momentarily and with the state she was in, but Dante knew it was what would likely be best for everyone. 

Please take care of yourself, alright? Just- rest, okay? It'll ease my poor heart a bit, he said with a sad chuckle. After waiting for any last words Lumiya might have for him, he stepped forward to embrace her briefly before pulling away and turning on his heel.  Sparing her one last look over his shoulder, the boy was off at a brisk pace, eager to deliver the message before any more havoc could be wreaked by the cult.